Chapter 687

Click!

With a crisp sound, Yang Feng directly raised his hand and pinched one arm of Murong Yingjie.

Ah!

Murong Yingjie screamed, stared at him with red eyes and said angrily, "Yang Feng, how dare you break my arm? Wait, you will soon taste my power. I want to break not only your arm, but also your neck!"

Click!

Without paying attention to him, Yang Feng just twisted his leg again.

Ah!

There was another scream. Murong Yingjie was in pain and almost shed tears, but he still insisted and scolded: "Yang Feng, you son of a bitch, dare to break my leg again? Wait, you will soon taste my power. I want to break not only your arm and thigh, but also your neck!"

Click!

Yang Feng didn't speak and continued to break his other arm.

Ah!

This time, Murong Yingjie only wailed and did not abuse, but his eyes were full of doubts and kept looking around.

What's going on? Why hasn't that he come yet? If he doesn't come again, I can't stand it!

Breathing heavily, Murong Yingjie was in a cold sweat.

"Calm down!"

At this time, Yang Feng was very calm and calm: "would you please respect our current relationship setting? I am strong and you are weak. You shouldn't yell at me like this. Even if you don't kneel down and beg for mercy, should you show a pathetic expression to show respect for my current victory posture?"

"Do you want me to beg for mercy? You have a dream. I'm the son of Murong family. How can I bow to a Dalit like you? Ha ha!"

Click!

Murong Yingjie was still arrogant and arrogant, laughing wildly.

Yang Feng looked at him helplessly. Without saying a word, he twisted his last thigh and broke it.

Suddenly, Murong Yingjie was in a cold sweat, convulsed all over, and the laughter stopped suddenly, leaving only the spasm of his face.

Yang Feng scratched his head strangely, gave him a deep look and said with a smile: "I say you really deserve to be beaten. I don't know where you have the courage. You put on airs with me when we first met. What's going on now? I don't see how you can use your back hand. How can you say I'm dead so confidently? I'm the ancestor of the forced world, but today I really have to write you a word of admiration, admiration, ha ha."

"Mom, who's surnamed he won't stand me up. Why haven't you come yet?"

The whole body convulsed constantly. Murong Yingjie lowered his head, his face flushed, his green tendons exposed, his hoarse voice, gnashing his teeth.

Yang Feng's ears moved and his face was curious. "What did you say? Who didn't come?"

"My helper!"

The heavy panting was like an old cow. Murong Yingjie stared at Yang Feng fiercely, but smiled. He was still so arrogant and domineering.

"Yang, please be proud while you can be proud now. Soon, you won't be proud. Don't think you are strong in xuanhuang level. When my helper arrives, he can crush you with one finger. I'll give you back the pain you put on me a hundred times, a thousand times, ha ha ha!"

"Oh, I see. You're still lying in wait for help in the dark. No wonder you had no fear before!"

Clearly nodded, Yang Feng understood everything, but suddenly smiled: "but I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. I'm afraid your helper won't come today."

When his body shook, Murong Yingjie's face stiffened: "what are you talking about?"

"To tell you the truth, in order to succeed in this uprising, I have already arranged good people to block the rescue routes in all directions of the college. Your helper is expected to be ambushed and beaten back on his way here. Don't wait, Hei hei."

"What, you have men, too?"

"Nonsense, who doesn't bring a few younger brothers to hang out these days? Do you think you're the only one who has a finger to wave?"

"But my helper is the war emperor!"

"My men are not war kings!"

"Ah?"

Murong yingjiedeng was dumbfounded when he said this.

He really can't believe that such a Dalit smelly boy can be commanded by the emperor of war?

Stunned, Murong Yingjie was stunned, but soon he was angry and said, "Lao Tzu's helper is the third-order peak strongman of zhanhuang, which is rare in the world!"

"My little brother is also the third-order peak of zhanhuang, even stronger. There is also the third-order peak of magic spirit, which is rare."

"How is that possible?"

With a roar, Murong Yingjie was completely stunned.

It is reasonable to say that only famous families can afford to support the Warlord's magic spirit, and there are few third-order peak strong people in the big family.

But how could this Dalit have such a strong family?

No, absolutely not. If so, wouldn't it say his family background

Suddenly, Murong Yingjie thought of a possibility that made him think about it.

The Yang family, a little-known family on the surface, is actually a huge hermit, even more powerful than their Murong family.

It's over. Now it's kicked to the iron plate

Murong Yingjie's heart sank and his face was as gray as death.

Yang Feng glanced sideways at him, smiled, and smiled very evil: "ah, that's right. It's like a defeated general. It's a little rusty in despair, ha ha ha!"

"Brother, I'm wrong. Can you let me go?"

Finally, Murong Yingjie softened.

Yang Feng grinned and shook his head noncommittally. Suddenly his eyes were cold and said sarcastically, "I only give you one chance. Last time I let you go, this time... There's no way. Don't you want to revenge your pain on me thousands of times? Now feel what your pain will look like thousands of times."

"Golden fire broken body palm!"

Touch!

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Feng directly slapped Murong Yingjie on his belly.

Ah!

Murong Yingjie's body twitched, and his whole body immediately lit a hot fire, but he didn't burn anywhere on him.

For this flame is the holy fire, which burns the soul.

Inside his body, golden thin lines, like earthworms, kept shuttling through muscles, bones and internal organs, breaking every inch.

This is Yang Feng's three-level fighting skill, golden fire broken body palm, which mainly uses the two elements of gold and fire to destroy the opponent's muscles and internal organs.

However, Yang Feng's gold fire energy is at the prefecture level, which is even more destructive.

Just in a moment, the muscles, veins and Dantian of Murong Yingjie's body from the inside to the outside were all cut into thin pieces, which is difficult to recover; The soul is also constantly burned and roasted by the holy fire, which is thousands of times stronger than the pain in the body, but it can't faint, so it can only keep turning its eyes.

Yang Feng sneered and said sarcastically, "now I'm waiting for you to return your pain to me a hundred times, but I'm afraid I can't wait, hum."